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$xhtml = array(
	'<{title}>' => 'Hang glider',
	'takedown' => '2017-11-01',
	'<{body}>' => <<<END
<img src="/img/CC_BY-SA_4.0/y.st./weblog/2018/05/11.jpg" alt="Trees and a flowering bush alongside the complex" class="framed-centred-image" width="649" height="480"/>
<section id="dreams">
	<h2>Dream journal</h2>
	<p>
		I dreamed Vanessa and I were exploring a Winco Foods, many stories high.
		We were looking for something specific on an upper floor, but I forget what.
		We knew what we needed was hight up though.
		Near the end of the dream, a strange platform in the floor started acting up with me on it.
		I nearly fell down the stairs I&apos;d just gone up.
		Luckily, Vanessa wasn&apos;t on the platform, so she was fine.
		After nearly being thrown down the stairs, I was trying to figure out how to get the platform to go back into the floor where it belonged and someone handed me a manual for dealing with problems at WinCo.
		The section on the platform said that if there were troubles with that, the only option was to go get Ken Doh, the in-dream manager of WinCo.
		I was pretty frustrated, as we were high up and I didn&apos;t want to lose our place to go track down some manager.
		I asked someone what floor we were on so we could come back whe we were done, and it turned out we were on the eighteenth.
		I grabbed a nearby hang glider that was for sale, and used it to get Vanessa and I to the bottom floor more quickly.
		Seeing that was actually going to take forever, I took the hang glider into a dive, pulling up before we hit the floor at the bottom, but we had too much speed and I nearly crashed us into our mother and her friend.
		Once down, we went outside to look for Ken.
		It was dark out, but supposedly, he hadn&apos;t quite gone home yet.
		If we were quick, we&apos;d be able to find him.
		I woke up before we could though.
		It didn&apos;t help that I had no idea what he looked like.
	</p>
	<p>
		Once I woke up, I did a Web search for &quot;Ken Doh&quot; to figure out if that name actually means anything, and it turns out he&apos;s a music artist I&apos;ve never heard of.
		I&apos;m not sure where I got the name from.
	</p>
</section>
<section id="drudgery">
	<h2>Drudgery</h2>
	<p>
		My discussion post for the day:
	</p>
	<blockquote>
		<p>
			You say that energy from natural sources can be considered renewable, but it&apos;s worth noting that fossil fuels are a natural energy source.
			They&apos;re highly polluting and they&apos;re not renewable, but they&apos;re very natural.
			We&apos;ve certainly never manufactured them.
		</p>
		<p>
			Also, you say the sun will never stop, but the energy of the sun is finite.
			It&apos;ll burn out long after we die (and in fact will cause our death as it expands as part of its dying process if we haven&apos;t killed ourselves first), but it&apos;s still not going to last forever.
		</p>
		<p>
			I&apos;m sorry to nitpick, but as a person of science, I like details to be accurate.
		</p>
	</blockquote>
</section>
END
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